Lightning once again illuminated the barren plain filled with grayish-yellow fog, illuminating the place where the angel-level battle had just taken place, and illuminating the calm smile on Klein's face.
Amon stared at him for a few seconds, nudged his monocle, and smiled.
"Can't you say something else?
"You seem to have found a new hope?"
Klein's smile didn't change. He held his fist to his nose and put one hand in his pocket.
"I just suddenly realized something. The fact that you're the one playing this game doesn't make me feel despair. On the contrary, it means that you can't directly steal my fate."
"Oh?" Amon smiled, seemingly looking forward to what Klein was going to say next.
Klein laughed and didn't waver in the slightest.
"Otherwise, the moment you enter the Forsaken Land of the Gods, you will directly steal my fate and become the new owner of Sefirah Castle. Even if you want to play a game of escape and interception, you can wait until your main goal is achieved before doing so. That way, you won't suffer any risks. As for me, I'll lose the chance to revive and my original fate. Driven by my survival instincts, I'll try harder to escape.
"Indeed, the God of Mischief might do things that disregard risks in pursuit of excitement, but you are still the God of Deceit."
At this point, Klein looked at Amon's unchanging expression and paused.
"I know that you really have the Beyonder powers to steal the fates of others, but being able to do something doesn't mean that you will do it. This requires you to weigh the risks, the pros and cons, and analyze the gains and losses.
"I believe you don't want to directly steal my fate. That will make you bear the burden of everything that Sefirah Castle brings. You have to resist the resurrection of its original owner. Even for a King of Angels like you, this is very dangerous. If you aren't careful, you might perish. Therefore, you want to find a loophole that allows you to obtain Sefirah Castle without suffering the negative effects. And this requires my 'permission.'"
When he said this, Klein thought of his experience with computer viruses in his previous life. Those viruses would always disguise themselves as all kinds of normal things to trick you into clicking on them and giving you permission.
This was inexplicably similar to the current situation.
After listening to Klein's words, Amon looked at him and did not speak. He just calmly adjusted his crystal monocle.
A smile suffused Klein's lips as he continued.
"From the moment you 'parasitized' me, you've been carrying out a large-scale deception. On one hand, you gave me the option of becoming your Blessed, and on the other hand, you told me that your main body could withstand my fate, causing me to bear a heavy psychological burden.
"In the journey that followed, you kept showing me hope and destroying it. You gave me a time limit now and then, forcing me to seize the opportunity to catch my breath. Then, you abruptly shortened the journey and disrupted my arrangements. In the end, you revealed the card that you were the original body and pushed me into the abyss of desperation, destroying my will and psychological defense. I completely collapsed and chose to become your adorer, 'agreeing' to the potential 'deal'."
Amon listened quietly and suddenly laughed. He raised his hands and applauded softly.
"Perfect reasoning.
"However, you seem to have left out a problem.
"What I'm talking about is meeting my main body and going to a sufficiently safe place before taking away your fate. Now, we haven't reached our final destination, so I naturally won't take the risk."
Klein's expression sank slightly before he relaxed.
"I'm looking forward to seeing what's different there."
He responded to Amon's words with Amon's stance.
The genuine King of Angels adjusted his monocle and pointed to the side with a smile.
"Soon. We'll arrive in less than half a day."
"How long exactly?" Klein instinctively lacked trust in Amon's rather vague description.
Amon scratched his chin and chuckled.
"Half an hour."
Klein turned his head to look in the direction Amon had pointed, only to see nothing in the deep darkness.
A bolt of lightning streaked across, illuminating the desolate plains. However, there was an even thicker grayish-yellow fog in the distance.
...
Baekeland, Empress Borough, Earl Hall's luxurious villa.
After two days of chaos, Audrey's life finally regained some peace. This made her even more curious about the truth behind the king's assassination.
Considering how Mr. Fool seemed to hint that today's Tarot might be canceled, Audrey decided to pray to this existence in advance and contact The World, German Sparrow, in an attempt to figure out the corresponding situation.
She only took a glance at Susie before the golden retriever immediately walked out of the room, closed the door, and squatted outside.
With great familiarity, Audrey sat down and got into a praying posture. She chanted softly in ancient Hermes, "
She chanted softly in ancient Hermes, "The Fool that doesn't belong to this era …"
...
Baekeland, East Borough, in a two-bedroom rental apartment.
"Do you think there will be a gathering today? There wasn't any formal notice … "Fors took out her pocket watch and opened it.
Xio shook her head.
"I don't know."
Fors couldn't sit still. She left her seat and paced back and forth anxiously, muttering to herself,
Mr. World didn't respond, nor did Mr. Fool respond …
As she spoke, Fors suddenly looked at her friend who was eating the ham and said anxiously, "Don't worry, I can't help you.
"Xio, why don't you try praying to Mr. Fool and ask if today's gathering will be held as scheduled?"
Xio frowned slightly, put down her fork, and nodded.
"Alright."
She also felt that the current situation was a little strange.
After clasping her hands and holding her chin, Xio took a deep breath.
The Fool that doesn't belong to this era …
…
Baekeland, North Borough, underground of Saint Samuel Cathedral, in a room behind Chanis Gate.
Emlyn White woke up, feeling a little puzzled about the dream he had just had.
He seemed to be dreaming of Lilith, the ancestor of the Blood Clan!
In the dream, he was trapped in an ancient castle covered in red grapevines, unable to escape no matter how hard he tried.
Later, he saw the crimson moon outside through the narrow window high above. He saw a pair of huge bat wings that covered half of the crimson moon.
In the legends of the Sanguine, this was one of the symbols of the ancient goddess, Lilith.
Right on the heels of that, Emlyn, who was so excited that he flew up high in an attempt to open the narrow window, discovered a tarot card at the bottom of the glass.
The surface of the tarot card depicted a young man dressed in gorgeous clothes. He wore a gorgeous headdress, and he carried a cane on his shoulder. At the end of the cane hung a piece of luggage, and behind him was a puppy pulling him.
The Fool card.
At this point in the dream, Emlyn naturally woke up. As a Sanguine Viscount, he had the basic ability to analyze dreams.
It must be my present situation that caused this dream to appear. That Star actually hasn't given me any human blood …
I'm indeed the target of the Ancestor's favor … "She" is hinting to me that to escape this predicament, I have to obtain help from Mr. Fool?
What day is it today? Forget it, I'll just pray directly. That way, I'll be able to leave as soon as possible. Emlyn sat up, filled with hope.
He chanted piously, "The Fool that doesn't belong to this era …"
…
Above the gray fog, the three crimson stars that corresponded to Justice, Judgment, and The Moon began to expand and contract, emitting light and creating ripples.
They merged into the crimson "tide" that existed to begin with, causing the tremors of the entire mysterious space to intensify.
Amidst the tremors, the "tide" drowned the ancient and majestic palace, causing mysterious symbols to light up one after another behind the eight chairs on both sides of the long bronze table.
This brought about a new halo and a new tremor, accompanied by a buzzing sound.
At the end of the long, mottled table, the back of the chair belonging to The Fool also lit up. Half a Contorted Line and half a Pupil-less Eye formed a complicated symbol that constantly extended outwards, becoming layered and extremely three-dimensional.
As a result, the crimson "tide" was attracted over, condensing into a "figure" on The Fool's high-back chair.
This "figure" wasn't stable enough. It would distort and disperse at times, making it difficult for it to truly take form.
On the desolate plains that were filled with grayish-yellow fog, Klein paused for a moment and looked up at the lightning that streaked across the sky.
He then retracted his gaze, held the leather lantern, and followed Amon into the endless desolate plains.
The further the man and the King of Angels proceeded, the more ravines there were on the ground, and their depths became more exaggerated.
About ten minutes later, as another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, Klein saw a bluish-black cyclops that was dozens of meters tall loitering not far away.
His body was covered in signs of rotting pus, and his eyes were sunken in without any luster. It was obvious that he had long lost his life.
However, he continued loitering around as a grayish-yellow gas emanated from his body, interweaving into clouds in midair, creating fog in the desolate plains.
The grayish-yellow fog that enveloped the endless wilderness was actually brought by this bluish-black giant!
"The youngest son of the Giant King, Aurmir, the God of Glory, Bladel, publicly cursed my father and was punished to linger here forever. Of course, 'He' had long died in the Cataclysm, but 'He' still wasn't freed." Amon pointed at the bluish-black cyclops and said with a smile, "If I hadn't stolen the corresponding damage, you would've been contaminated by the fog produced after Bladel's death the moment you entered this plain, becoming a cursed person that lingers here."
Do I have to thank you? Klein suddenly felt like he had walked straight into a myth.
Amon led him and continued forward. Soon, they approached the bluish-black cyclops.
There was an extremely deep ravine where the giant lingered. As the lightning streaked across, a thick and wide grayish-white building could be vaguely seen at the bottom.
Klein's eyelids twitched slightly as he recalled the scene he had seen when he divined the Unshadowed Crucifix.
If he remembered correctly, this should be the place where the ancient god of the Sun, the City of Silver's Creator, Amon and Adam's father, walked out!
This is the place that Amon said was safe enough? Klein's heart sank.
At this moment, Amon, who was wearing a pointed hat and a monocle, walked to the edge of the ravine. With his back facing the grayish-white building, he opened his hands slightly and said with a smile, "This is the holy land where my father awakened.
"This is the sacred place where my father woke up. It hides the history that I want to explore.
"My father told me that this place has a very ancient name, called …"
Under the illumination of the silver lightning that tore through the sky, Amon, who was dressed in a classic black robe, paused for a moment. He spread his arms a little wider and said with a solemn tone:
"Chernobyl!"
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
